A pebble for the next
One who might follow
What we've left behind
Not thanks to the stars
But the absence of
Growing things, so
We'll carry this always
Have it become
Hard and smooth
Until it's placed down
As the cycle
Comes full circle
Hopefully for
The last time.
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